This was supposed to be an easy score. The owners of the mansion were gone to their house in the Hamptons for the week based on the information Megan had learned from Facebook. Dropping easily to the ground she sprayed a fine mist in the air to check for lasers. The motion detectors were now disabled thanks to a quick hack into the security system. Sometimes there were two systems. This did not seem to be the case.
Her soft soled shoes made no noise as she ghosted through the hall on her way to the office on the second floor. A blueprint of the house showed a space between two rooms that would be ideal for a safe. Even though no one was home, Megan wanted to be quick about it. There was no point in dragging this out and increasing the risk of being caught.
The room in question lay on the other side of the last door in the hall. Pausing she listened. Nothing. This was easy. Perhaps too easy. Her hackles rose, and something told her there was a problem. But she disregarded it. This would be a big score. Perhaps big enough to be her last.
Behind the door was a room that resembled any other office. A large mahogany desk occupied the center of the room with two padded armchairs in front and a large office chair behind it. Bookshelves lined the walls and contained books and photos. Megan looked at the map again on my phone. There should be a door.
It turned out the switch was not that concealed. A simple button on the bottom of the desk. How boring. Pressing the button caused one of the bookshelves to open. Megan smiled. Easy!
The room was relatively small compared to the other rooms. It was lined with shelves containing small wooden boxes about the size of shoe boxes. Most likely the valuables of the house. From the look of the room it was fireproof. Perhaps it had some useful information. While Megan was not really into identity theft, she knew those who were and would pay good money for the right information. It would be icing on the cake.
Her sixth sense warned her a fraction too late. No sooner had she approached the shelves to look into the boxes than the door swung shut with a silent click. There were no latches on the inside! She was trapped!
Before she could begin searching for a way out, a computer monitor mounted on the wall came to life. A smiling, handsome man in his early fifties filled the screen.
"Welcome," his voice said. "I see you have stumbled into my special room."
"Let me out," Megan said. "And I'll leave without taking anything. You have my word."
"Oh. I think it is a little too late for that. You see. This room is designed to indulge my... interests. If you do everything I ask, you will be allowed to leave. If you don't..." There was no need to complete the threat.
"What do you want," she asked.
"First, take your clothes off."
She snorted. "How imaginative." Without hesitating she stripped naked. Megan knew she was attractive, and she used that to her advantage. Men often shared secrets when in bed with a sexy woman.
"See anything you like," she sneered.
"You are definitely an attractive young woman. Now, look in the top box on the far left. Inside you will find a collar. Put it on."
Megan found the item and stared at it. "What does it do?"
"It's a shock collar. If you fail to follow my instructions, you will be shocked."
"And if I refuse."
"You will run out of air in twenty-four hours."
Cursing she slipped the collar around her neck and fastened the clasp. There was a small padlock that held it in place.
"Now, the door will open. You will proceed to the room across the hall where there will be additional instructions."
As promised the bookshelf reopened. Megan considered running for the window but suspected she would not get very far. This had the feel of a setup. The only thing she could do was go along until she found a way out.
Padding across the hall, she found herself in a large bedroom. A massive four post bed dominated the room. An envelope lay on the bed with a single word on an index card - ROPES.
It was then she noticed the four white ropes tied to the corners of the bed. Megan considered jumping through the window but suspected she would be killed in the three story fall. Unable to think of anything else to do, she climbed on the bed.
Each ankle went through a loop, and her fingers drew the slipknots tight. Then her wrists went through their loops. Once the slipknots were tight, it would be impossible to free herself. Cursing, she pulled.
"I love the sight of a helpless, beautiful lady."
Megan turned to face the speaker. It was the man from the monitor. He walks into the room from another door that leads from a bathroom.
"Hello Megan."
She blinked. "How do you know my name?"
He tosses something on the bed next to her. Red lace panties, a red garter belt, and a red lace bra.
"You left these in my hotel room when last we met."
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't remember."
"Let me refresh your memory. Miami. December. You took my money and my favorite watch."
Shit! She had been little more than a pickpocket back then. That was what? Four years ago?
"I can give you your money back," she replied in a voice that sounded a little too much like pleading.
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran a finger down her cheek. "I don't want the money. I think about that night quite often."
"What is it you want then?"
His hand cupped her face gently. "You stole more than my money that night."
His blue eyes were intense. Hungry. "It took years to track you down. It took months to lure you here."
"What.." Her throat felt tight. "What is it you want?"
His fingers reached around her throat. Megan wanted to scream in terror. Instead of choking her he unlocked the collar and dropped it with a chuckle. "That was nothing more than a cheap bondage collar I bought online."
"You mean I could've just walked out of here?"
"Yep."
Megan cursed herself for being so stupid. "What about the whole running out of air thing?"
"That was true, but I would have let you out before then."
Reaching down the man retrieved an envelope and dropped it on the bed. "Say the word and I'll untie you and you can walk out."
Her heart beat wildly. What sort of game was this? What was he up to?
"But if you agree to stay the night and relive that night in Miami, I'll give you that envelope."
Megan's chest rose and fell. It was hard to breathe. Was he being serious? "Why?"
He sighed. "Like I said. You stole more than my money. You stole my heart."
Megan felt her insides go gooey. She did not know if she should laugh or what. "You went through all of this just to have sex with me again?"
The man placed something cold on her stomach. Looking down she saw a gold ring with a diamond that sparkled.
"I'm hoping there will be more than just sex."
Megan's hands gripped the ropes and tugged as she had that night when he tied her up the first time. Smiling up, she said "I think you just bought yourself another night."
The man stood and began undressing. "And the other?"
Megan peered at the diamond ring. "We'll talk about that in the morning."
The man, now naked, moved onto the bed between her parted legs. Her limbs tugged wildly against the ropes as his lips kissed her between her legs. She lost track of the times he brought her to climax. The number of times he filled her with his seed.
He untied her to go relieve herself, but Megan always came back. She always stretched out and tied herself up for him. He took her over and over until they both collapsed in exhaustion.
It was in the wee hours of the morning when Megan slipped from the house on wobbly legs. The man's seed seeped from her and ran down her leg. The envelope with the money and the ring lay on the nightstand beside his bed where he slept.
Megan smiled and began making plans to return soon. The next time she would not be caught so easily. Her smile widened. Or maybe she would.